In the Prostitute

The devil within me woke

My evil soul requested me,

To quench my thirst,

To go to the prostitute,

I went there with respect,

To rob someone else’s honor,

I was taken to a room,

A girl from where I had to choose,

At last a female was chosen,

With whom I went in a room,

On the girl’s face, I noticed,

Her life’s and pain’s gloom,

I took her hands

And saw in her eyes,

The love of a daughter,

The face of my sister rise,

As I was to release her clothes,

Buried deep my conscience woke,

‘O ye man, who is rich,

Don’t nature’s fury do provoke,

For in her clothes she clad,

The prestige of a woman,

A body same as thy mother,

And of other women of your clan,’

I withdrew my hand,

Got up from the bed,

Wrapped a bed sheet around her,

With shame bowed my head,

I ran out of the building,

Where a woman’s honor was sold,

Never again will I be here,

Thus to my heart I told.

Today I am free from diseases,

From Satan refuge I sought,

Because I respected women,

Because I feared God.

From My Poems: Twenty Ten